I remember falling and screaming, and then a lot of other people screaming. Then everything got blurry and went dark. Now, when I open my eyes, all I see is a cast. I have a third arm. I'm in a hospital, because no one knew what was happening to me. It turns out that I'm fine, I just have a third arm. At first all I can think about is what people will say, and how I will ever get shirts. But, as I go about my life, I discover that having a third arm is amazing. You can carry so much more stuff, ceramics is so much easier because you have a third hand to help, cleaning is faster, and in TaeKwonDo you can be breaking three boards at once! Imagine that! That is how my third arm changed my life. 

I am a person who is more interested in practicality than fashion. If I woke up with a third arm, I would not be that bothered by the fact that this arm would make me look like a freak. I would probably have the hand come out of my buttocks like a tail. I would be more concerned with  how it would make life easier. With three hands it would be much easier to read a book and eat at the same time. Any multitasking would be a lot easier. And when I work on building my robot, I could hold a screwdriver in one hand, a wrench in the other, and use my last hand to hold the pieces together while I work with them. I would have three hands for playing the piano. I think it would be cool having three arms!
 

Third arm
Saturday, the best day of the week, you can sleep in and stay up and just lounge around.  My Saturday went a little worse.  Everyone is happy on Saturday, even the cat.  I woke up to the birds chirping and the warm spring air wafting over me.  I yawned and stretched, but I felt something.  I stretched again, “What in the world??”  I exclaimed.  Then I began to scream and scream until my parents came into the room.  I couldn’t even say anything.  I stood and showed them my protruding third arm coming out of my abdomen.  We all screamed together for a bit, until my father said, “OK everyone let’s just calm down and think about this.”

“Does it hurt?”, my sister asked poking at it.

“No it feels fine, actually.  It feels amazing,” I reply, clenching and opening my third fist.

“OK, let’s go downstairs and call the doctor,” my father says.  

When I was seven, I had a huge problem with organization. I didn’t seem to have enough time, no matter how hard I planned. For example, my reading “time slot” was half an hour, but I couldn't tear myself away from the most intriguing part of the story. So all my plans for the day were screwed up.

To resolve the problem with scheduling, I came up with the idea of developing multitasking skills. My inspiration was Napoleon, the Emperor and a tireless military leader of France.

When I found out he could write, talk, and listen at the same time, I was ecstatic. I didn’t know if it was a fib, but decided to try.

My attempts were disastrous. I ended up messing my writing project, while trying to solve math problems and watching cartoons. After several other unsuccessful attempts I gave up the idea.

My second fancy was the feature of extra arms. Ever since I watched Spirited Away by Hayao Miyazaki, the image of eight-limbed Kamaji swept away my imagination. Though my brother said that I would look weird with eight arms, he determined that three would be sufficient.

Three arms! I was delighted. I would do two things at once, like holding a book and eating breakfast, or doing math while hanging on the monkey bars. A third limb would never be on the way, while eight could create a problem.

I searched in every Hogwarts book for a limb growing potion. I consulted my brother. He recommended to “mix up dirt, leaves, rotten crabapples, grass, wax, and chocolate.” I was disgusted, but he assured me that it would work.